Black Robe The point that stood out most to me was how much faith the Indians put into their dreams. The one Indians had a bad dream about the Black Robe. After talking to the council they decided the Black Robe was a demon and must be killed. ... Also the little midget was humorous to me. ... Just like they believed that because the priest looked different he was some kind of evil power. ...
Second, the story of Already Home has a more profound meaning, it makes me want to think about my life, and the plot of 'All of Me' is monotonous fairly, and the tone of the video is simply black and white. ... Pop-music video 'Already Home' has a more profound meaning, it makes me want to think about my life, and the plot of 'All of Me' is monotonous fairly, and the tone of the video is simply black and white. ... 'Already Home' lets me feel like I'm the protagonist in the music video, probably because I have a similar experience. ... It make m...
In the two poems "Negro Hero" and "The Sundays of Satin-Leg Smith" written by Gwendolyn Brooks, we enter into the minds of two black men. ... He never thinks twice about this image that he has built for himself and maybe has lived it so long that it feels like reality. ... It begins to appear to the reader that he is like a superhero. ... In "Negro Hero" we enter the story of Dorie Miller a black soldier who is struggling within himself to deal with the war that is going on in his home land against the black man that he is, a soldier fighting to save the people that more than likely want hi...
It seems like only yesterday Caitlyn was complaining of not feeling well. ... It seemed like it was only minutes after Caitlyn passed, Sebastian started to run a fever. ... It made me so angry when I saw them leaving I could have killed them myself. ... Some of the neighbors are even burning down the entire house in hopes of getting rid of this Black Death. ...
A pile of black ash was all that was left of the room I had grown up in. ... There they were, three piles of black ashes. ... When I opened my front door the amount of black ash astonished me. ... Again everything was gone but countless piles of black ash. ... Something about him drew me in like there was an invisible force field pulling me closer with every second that past. ...
These black people were being mistreated by the whites and were being told to do meaningless things. It disturbed me a great deal. You remember the part where the blacks were being forced to blast away at this big rock. It was pointless, like firing into a continent. ... In many ways he was just like me entering the Congo. ...
In life we as humans would like to believe that there is good in every single person no matter what their past may have been like. ... In this story the colors red, gray, and black showed up a few times as motifs that were in the short story. I would like to believe that these colors had a specific roles to play in the story. Red signifying blood and danger, black signifying danger and death, and gray being the time between death and danger. ... The woods was described dark and black the author even went so far as to say "the woods gaped open like a dark opened mouth " (O'connor,542) this...
I walked to the bar where the bartender asked me "What would you like there, señor?... Everywhere I walked, people seemed to like my presence. ... The high noon sun was hovering above me and it was heating up, especially me since my outfit was all black with many layers underneath. ... The black car that Alexandra sat in finally drove up. ... My whole focus was directly down that very long and black barrel. ...
I don't really understand why Ras wants no mingling of races or why he thinks it's a good idea to beat the crap out of a guy just trying to make life better for all black people. Ras and his movement kind of remind me of Garvey and his back to Africa movement. Not so much the violent acts but the idea that blacks should not cooperate with whites. ... In the "epic battle scene", as I like to refer to it, you could probably smell the trouble brewing in the air. ... It was a great release of violence that didn't leave me felling bad like the torturing that had previously taken plac...
I do everything my own way and that's how I like it. ... I started to like bands like Green Day and Rancid when I was in the first grade. ... He is the actual person who showed me that you don't have to be like everyone else, you can be your own person. ... He had long black hair and was wearing white make-up and red eyeliner. He was wearing black pants, suspenders, and a white shirt. ...
Life has high points and low; situations are either black or white, and the only way to get through it is to walk through it to the beat of your own song. Piano is one of the most complex yet simplistic instruments, just like life there are black and white keys, high sounds and low which create a beat that helps express the way you feel, and allows you to share it with others. Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling and instinct, not by any rules. ... It was the one thing that made it feel like home. ... Each pedal made me stronger. ...
Through the experience of an eight-year-old boy Cullen illustrates some of the things black people encountered during that time period. ... This poem appealed to my emotions and moved me. ... It was common to hear of a black man experiencing that kind of discrimination and things far worse like lynching. ... The rhythm of the poem is almost like a nursery rhyme. ... I really liked this poem for many reasons. ...
To me an alarm clock is more like an annoying mosquito flying around my head waiting for that right moment to strike its unsuspecting prey. ... Sitting on top of my mild, ivory-colored dresser, my alarm clock, with its bold black body and luminous numbers, almost like glaring, green eyes staring constantly at my every move during the day, I can't help but think that it is only plotting against me. ... In desperation, I slap it down to my floor, hoping that I have finally won, but to my dismay, it shocks me by biting my hand, letting me know that this battle isn't over; it has just ...
They took care of me while I was there. ... The insect had many legs that moved in a pattern like the oceans waves. As the bug crawled on my skin, it tickled me as if a feather had brushed up against me. ... The fish were mesmerizing; they had shades of bright blue with black spots. ... The rocks were brown in color and riddled with holes like a sponge. ...
This reminds me of me. ... Entry for: Part 3, Chapter 26 "The black cloud had crossed the sky, a blob of dark against the stars. ... Text-to-Text Connection The black cloud of darkness is symbolic for despair. ... This reminds me of The Lord of the Rings. ... This reminds me of myself. ...
The story about Annie and Sarah Jane makes me sad. ... She will also be respected by others like her mother be. She ignores the kind persons around her like Lora and Susie. ... In her mind, she can live a normal life like white people do. ... People all like her and respect her even though she is a black....
The reality hit me with its bad smell that stank like hell! ... If I moved from the my hiding place, which was the shell- hole, they would come after me and also make me like one of themselves. It was shooting and firing noises everywhere until I couldn't stand it anymore, I went to my safety place and memories of those dead bodies with still eyes looking at me flashed back, when I heard a thump, and then footsteps, I prepared myself for whoever it was, I would not let them make me like themselves. ... Thinking of that appalling time where, the devil was collecting all the dead bodies, an...
Sticks and Stones Today seemed like any other summer day in the eyes of a seven year-old. ... And then it hit me. I felt a sharp pain from my arm shoot through the rest of my body like lightning. ... Then suddenly, all I saw was black void of nothingness. ... Overcome by the intense anxiety, I blacked out again. ...
A topic that I fell very strongly about is how in the field of architecture, blacks are strongly under represented. If you go to an architectural firm you may see one or two black faces, If any. This is probably due to the commitment that needs to be put forth from our young black people. ... I strongly fell the need to better myself in the field as a minority so that the people behind me will follow the same path. ... Minorities have some of the most creative ideas that have been instilled in us, because like some minorities you come from hardships. ...
It was black, white, silver, and brown. ... Although he told me not to touch it, I couldn't resist, especially because my brother Dave is very laid back. ... The shiny black body, the smooth wooden neck, the black pickups, the sound, the feelingit was perfect. ... Now that I had one to myself I knew I would never stop playing; especially since I knew what it was like to not have one of my own. ... The feeling of bliss motivated me even more to continue. ...
I really didn't feel like drinking, but I couldn't say no. ... It seemed like everyone and his or her brother wanted to give me a shot of whiskey. ... By the time I knew something was wrong it was to late, I had blacked out. ... They had told me that I had stopped breathing and had CPR performed on me. ... It was a good lesson for me to learn even though it almost cost me my life. ...
As I looked above me, the light shined down on me as if it were going to encase an angel, a misty light blue with smeared streaks of darkness. ... I felt like I was having a seizure, but I knew I wasn't. ... Everything went black, I couldn't see anything, and I knew I was drifting into unconsciousness. ... "Ash, please don't ever leave me, I love you to pieces and I need you," she told me. ... It felt like I was being stabbed everywhere, I wanted it to stop. ...
In the steely grey waters of the ocean I felt a calmness roll over me. The hunger inside me grows stronger, to find a release from current society. ... My life begins to unfold like a deck of cards. ... The boat starts to climb up the face of an enormous wave like the Apollo 13 rising towards the Moon. ... But just as I reach the top and look down into the deep black water my boat settles back down and the storm draws to a close. ...
She stated the driver was a black male approximately 18-22, wearing a black jacket with a black dew rag on his head. ... I asked him to explain that and he only replied, well it wasnt me. ... I asked how could he explain the clerk positively identifying him and the car and he only could say there is a lot of people dressed like me. ... I asked to tell me what Dawsey was doing before he was picked up in her car by a friend operating a car that belonged to her. ... She stated she was sure and I then asked Dawsey to tell me what he was doing before he was picked up by Tatum. ...
At the tender age of four, my parents surprised me with a new red bike. ... The dog lunged at me, knocking me off my bike and onto the ground. ... She had on her favorite winter attire, a big brown Eskimo jacket, which made her look like a big bear. ... When I first saw Sandy, I immediately, wanted to run and hide, but my father pulled me close, making me feel safe and secure. ... After, I was on the ground, I remember screaming, seeing blood, and total blackness, I had fainted. ...
